tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44118182513411071452014-10-01T23:49:17.993-05:00scribblesShayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511414947460708873noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4411818251341107145.post-32292956780766294112010-08-01T22:22:00.003-05:002010-08-02T23:55:32.785-05:00*!*!* FISH *!*!*<div>Ran across this picture in my phone today and it made me laugh. Apparently they were <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">really</span> excited about the fish they were serving that day...</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/TFY6YsmtMRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/fq2yfRy-gLo/s1600/0420001805.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/TFY6YsmtMRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/fq2yfRy-gLo/s320/0420001805.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500648190844416274" /></a><br /><div>Also, where on earth was I that steak was $6.25? </div><div><br /></div><div>UPDATE:</div><div><br /></div><div>I figured out where I got steak for $6.25. I took one of my girlfriends out to dinner for her birthday at <a href="http://www.hickoryparkames.com/">Hickory Park</a> in Ames...yum!</div>ShayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511414947460708873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4411818251341107145.post-65240569564997038942010-05-22T12:37:00.005-05:002010-05-22T14:06:07.017-05:00Adventures in Omelet Making<div style="text-align: left;">Tyson and I ventured out this morning to the <a href="http://www.madisonfarmersmarket.com/">Madison Farmer's Market</a>...lots and lots of stands of delicious locally-produced food (particularly <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cheese_curds">cheese</a>...these crazy Wisconsinites), flowers, plants, and other things. Tyson and I specifically went to buy ingredients for fresh, homemade omelets! (I actually went because I wanted coffee and flowers, but he can think I went for the omelets...)</div><div><br /></div><div>Confession: I have never made an omelet before.</div><div><br /></div><div>Neither has Tyson. (Yeah, big surprise there.)</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, let's see how this works...</div><div><br /></div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S_gcA8sCWYI/AAAAAAAAAi0/DVev-69rYP0/s1600/DSCF1810.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S_gcA8sCWYI/AAAAAAAAAi0/DVev-69rYP0/s320/DSCF1810.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474156149685246338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div>Attempt #1: Not bad, but half of the "egg pancake" ripped when I tried to flip it. Some emergency cheese melting over the top was necessary to glue the whole thing back together. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S_gcBZQMcSI/AAAAAAAAAi8/eg4hDb_L1t4/s1600/DSCF1811.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S_gcBZQMcSI/AAAAAAAAAi8/eg4hDb_L1t4/s320/DSCF1811.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474156157353095458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div>At least Tyson thinks it tastes good! (And it did.)</div><div><br /></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S_gcBi96b9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/2gqV3iuI4Hs/s320/DSCF1813.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474156159960772562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div>Attempt #2 (note the smallest stove ever)...</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S_gcCEn25XI/AAAAAAAAAjM/1WkWBvbA2wE/s320/DSCF1814.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474156168995071346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div>...Tyson, in all his manliness, decided that he needed to figure out how to flip an omelet after my first "failed" attempt. Instead, he ended up folding the egg pancake over on itself three or four times, fusing the whole thing together in one egg-y lump. Rescue attempt for this batch? No longer an omelet, but scrambled eggs. And darn it, that was supposed to be MY omelet, too...</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S_gcCx6U-QI/AAAAAAAAAjU/nmAAw6XNE10/s1600/DSCF1815.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S_gcCx6U-QI/AAAAAAAAAjU/nmAAw6XNE10/s320/DSCF1815.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474156181152135426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a>Attempt #3: A perfect flip! By none other than yours truly. Perfectly browned and delicious. </div><div><br /></div><div>Conclusion: Omelets: 1, Shannon: 1, Tyson: -1.</div>ShayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511414947460708873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4411818251341107145.post-4341084772353333762010-04-26T11:51:00.010-05:002010-04-26T12:12:17.192-05:00Why the World Needs Interior Designers (or Why You Shouldn't Just Trust an Architect)For the past day I have been working on rendering the floorplan of a restaurant for our hotel project, which had been created and designed by the architect in our group. Thankfully I am looking this over, because so far I have found that...<div><ol><li>the patrons would not be able to use one set of elevators, as there were walls drawn around all four sides of them.</li><li>the customers would not be able to use the restrooms, either, since there are no doors to get into them.</li><li>the mens restroom looked just like the women's restroom...i.e. no urinals.</li><li>actually the other set of elevators has walls around all four sides, too, so apparently nobody is getting up to this 5th/6th floor restaurant unless they are trekking up the stairs...</li><li>...except that the stairs also have walls around all four sides. But there is a window curtainwall on one side, so if you managed to get trapped there somehow, at least you'd have a great view!</li><li>the bar had no chairs around it.</li><li>the circular booths had backs and seats all the way around them...meaning that there was no way to sit down in them unless you climbed over the back. But then that makes waiting on these tables interesting. Maybe your food is dropped down to you from the ceiling?</li><li>the area where you pay the big bucks to watch the chef prepare your meal also has no chairs around it. I guess you are paying top dollar to stand around.</li><li>the walk-in freezer room has no door to it.</li></ol><div>In addition, when she first gave me the plan, the waiting/lounge area was completely blank and devoid of furniture so she told me to just draw in whatever I wanted...which is fine, except that area is a good 1/3 of the entire space! And the bar area just had large squares where she "wanted furniture to go". Talk about feeling undervalued as an interior designer...</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, the architect in my group is actually pretty good, and built a rockin' model for our review...</div><div><br /></div><div>...which is in only <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">four more days!</span></div></div>ShayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511414947460708873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4411818251341107145.post-58705426308518895192010-04-09T21:42:00.010-05:002010-04-26T12:14:43.056-05:00A Week in the Life: Friday<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_rmLUdj7I/AAAAAAAAAiE/egH15_pk0wM/s1600/DSCF1343.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_rmLUdj7I/AAAAAAAAAiE/egH15_pk0wM/s320/DSCF1343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458340314502500274" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">3:45 am: Home again!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_r-npba4I/AAAAAAAAAiU/SS7Lwt49ELA/s320/DSCF1346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458340734423493506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><div><div style="text-align: left;">4:02 am: GOOD NIGHT!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_rmZiJ3hI/AAAAAAAAAiM/ygBFShJtpgk/s320/downsized_0409001110b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458340318318026258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div>11:12 am: Morning stop for Caribou. Bring on the caffeine!</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_rdyFIjAI/AAAAAAAAAh0/7CJ-ZJHcAXw/s1600/DSCF1352.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_rdyFIjAI/AAAAAAAAAh0/7CJ-ZJHcAXw/s320/DSCF1352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458340170288368642" /></a>11:17 am: Hello again, COD.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_rdaJnrOI/AAAAAAAAAhs/jBpgstLHDNE/s1600/DSCF1355.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_rdaJnrOI/AAAAAAAAAhs/jBpgstLHDNE/s320/DSCF1355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458340163864734946" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_rdBxn1QI/AAAAAAAAAhk/XVV5H9RRWiA/s1600/DSCF1358.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_rdBxn1QI/AAAAAAAAAhk/XVV5H9RRWiA/s320/DSCF1358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458340157321630978" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_rcYpMCrI/AAAAAAAAAhc/8i1_CX02v9k/s1600/DSCF1365.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_rcYpMCrI/AAAAAAAAAhc/8i1_CX02v9k/s320/DSCF1365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458340146280401586" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_rb7b8IaI/AAAAAAAAAhU/AOK5J3N_-Lg/s1600/DSCF1372.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_rb7b8IaI/AAAAAAAAAhU/AOK5J3N_-Lg/s320/DSCF1372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458340138440204706" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_rQKQu9tI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ZfpLnoRiLqY/s1600/DSCF1374.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_rQKQu9tI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ZfpLnoRiLqY/s320/DSCF1374.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458339936261306066" /></a></div><div>1:09 pm-1:30 pm: Photos of our presentation for the critique. Check out those rockin' boards and picturesque model. Yup, this is exactly what I have been staying up for all week 'til the wee hours...</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_rP1j0myI/AAAAAAAAAhE/nxGgwqoEO3s/s1600/DSCF1376.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_rP1j0myI/AAAAAAAAAhE/nxGgwqoEO3s/s320/DSCF1376.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458339930704223010" /></a>4:59 pm: And my roommates wonder why I am never at home. Note: Crystal made me promise not to post this picture on Facebook. Did I violate any of those terms here? I think not.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_rPexYsjI/AAAAAAAAAg8/3ZmqkHPJi2A/s1600/DSCF1382.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_rPexYsjI/AAAAAAAAAg8/3ZmqkHPJi2A/s320/DSCF1382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458339924587098674" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_rO7dHG8I/AAAAAAAAAg0/DkTFuN05-rs/s1600/DSCF1387.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_rO7dHG8I/AAAAAAAAAg0/DkTFuN05-rs/s320/DSCF1387.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458339915106819010" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_rOAWrkzI/AAAAAAAAAgs/T7PZWR6WpDc/s1600/DSCF1413.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_rOAWrkzI/AAAAAAAAAgs/T7PZWR6WpDc/s320/DSCF1413.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458339899242156850" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_q-oDfeeI/AAAAAAAAAgk/yH7bIENLIOI/s1600/DSCF1424.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_q-oDfeeI/AAAAAAAAAgk/yH7bIENLIOI/s320/DSCF1424.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458339635021183458" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_q91h1U9I/AAAAAAAAAgU/LBhXNe6l4og/s1600/DSCF1425.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_q91h1U9I/AAAAAAAAAgU/LBhXNe6l4og/s320/DSCF1425.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458339621458236370" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_q9uMJzlI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Y7sLt4Dgp_E/s1600/DSCF1441.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_q9uMJzlI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Y7sLt4Dgp_E/s320/DSCF1441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458339619488255570" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_q9TJWX8I/AAAAAAAAAgE/wy0aOLaVwyo/s1600/DSCF1461.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_q9TJWX8I/AAAAAAAAAgE/wy0aOLaVwyo/s320/DSCF1461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458339612228739010" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_qu-XNJ2I/AAAAAAAAAf0/6ZEj9JkQHDw/s1600/DSCF1467.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_qu-XNJ2I/AAAAAAAAAf0/6ZEj9JkQHDw/s320/DSCF1467.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458339366131541858" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_quPvYNKI/AAAAAAAAAfk/vWoGol6_Yz4/s1600/DSCF1485.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_quPvYNKI/AAAAAAAAAfk/vWoGol6_Yz4/s320/DSCF1485.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458339353616463010" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_qtqUO3RI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Sa2Ju-BWn3k/s1600/DSCF1503.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7_qtqUO3RI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Sa2Ju-BWn3k/s320/DSCF1503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458339343570492690" /></a>6:33 pm-7:42 pm: Dress rehearsal for the dance recital that is (eep!) tomorrow! Too many cute (and crazy!) little kids in one place. These are just some of my favorite shots, but I took a ton more!</div><div><br /></div><div>And now...TO B-E-D!!!</div></div></div></div>ShayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511414947460708873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4411818251341107145.post-11428193550904507132010-04-09T00:12:00.007-05:002010-04-09T01:49:47.658-05:00A Week in the Life: Thursday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S763y07MBhI/AAAAAAAAAfU/DJRGsrrYkVA/s1600/DSCF1328.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S763y07MBhI/AAAAAAAAAfU/DJRGsrrYkVA/s320/DSCF1328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458001882247857682" /></a>3:39 am: Working on the boards for our project in studio. You can see my friend and groupmate Kraemer in the background. We've been buddies since freshman year here at ISU (eep-that's 5 years ago!) and took the same studio together this semester and happened to be placed into the same group for our project.<br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S763uysgN8I/AAAAAAAAAfM/QoUemyaFH40/s1600/DSCF1331.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S763uysgN8I/AAAAAAAAAfM/QoUemyaFH40/s320/DSCF1331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458001812929918914" /></a>4:27 am (duh, silly): Arrive home! Yay!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S763uZblJXI/AAAAAAAAAfE/h1HHd3F54Wg/s1600/DSCF1332.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S763uZblJXI/AAAAAAAAAfE/h1HHd3F54Wg/s320/DSCF1332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458001806148052338" /></a>9:18 am: One last, longing look at my bed before heading back to studio 5 hours after I left it.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S763uGY9tfI/AAAAAAAAAe8/WZSkgWDPbAI/s1600/DSCF1333.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S763uGY9tfI/AAAAAAAAAe8/WZSkgWDPbAI/s320/DSCF1333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458001801036805618" /></a>11:46 am: The start of a rendering.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S763tr1LoZI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ARMqkY1I-Tw/s1600/DSCF1334.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S763tr1LoZI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ARMqkY1I-Tw/s320/DSCF1334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458001793907401106" /></a>11:46 am: Breaktime. Dark chocolate M &amp; M's Premium break time, that is.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S763tbM9a5I/AAAAAAAAAes/OnffYLJFKSA/s1600/DSCF1335.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S763tbM9a5I/AAAAAAAAAes/OnffYLJFKSA/s320/DSCF1335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458001789443730322" /></a>2:15 pm: Heading back to studio after art history class, some good ol' Caribou Coffee in hand. My body has ingested more caffeine within the past few days than in the last few months combined...</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S763hybRhaI/AAAAAAAAAek/PyhWAE_ntKc/s1600/DSCF1336.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S763hybRhaI/AAAAAAAAAek/PyhWAE_ntKc/s320/DSCF1336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458001589519353250" /></a>2:19 pm: Rendering, middle stage.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S763hOS_Y7I/AAAAAAAAAec/2bJwoZcAvbI/s1600/DSCF1337.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S763hOS_Y7I/AAAAAAAAAec/2bJwoZcAvbI/s320/DSCF1337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458001579820934066" /></a>2:36 pm: Realize that except for the handful of delicious M &amp; M's I had earlier, I have not eaten all day. Yogurt covered pretzels to the rescue!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S763g9gRMXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/sNKwL9aZduo/s1600/DSCF1338.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S763g9gRMXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/sNKwL9aZduo/s320/DSCF1338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458001575313224050" /></a>5:03 pm: Dash home to grab my glasses and my car. Take another longing look at my bed. I am pretty sure there is a Shannon-sized spot in there...</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S763gREmwYI/AAAAAAAAAeM/dlstk-b1g7k/s1600/DSCF1339.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S763gREmwYI/AAAAAAAAAeM/dlstk-b1g7k/s320/DSCF1339.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458001563386036610" /></a>7:08 pm: Finished rendering. Yay!</div><div><br /></div><div>At 1:48 am I am still here...no new pictures...this Thursday wasn't too exciting...but at least it involved chocolate and Caribou!</div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>ShayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511414947460708873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4411818251341107145.post-6057079482465867232010-04-08T02:17:00.014-05:002010-04-08T02:49:18.419-05:00A Week in the Life: Wednesday<div>Well, it may be after 2:00 in the morning, but here I am...still at <s>home</s> studio. As there is a slim chance that I will be going back to my apartment anytime soon, (to people grilling again?), I decided to post up my photos of Wednesday now:</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S72ETipSbOI/AAAAAAAAAd8/gQlIXkXG8B8/s1600/DSCF1308.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S72ETipSbOI/AAAAAAAAAd8/gQlIXkXG8B8/s320/DSCF1308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457663794695269602" /></a>10:12 am: Eyeshadow in the morning...<br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S72D7zuvj7I/AAAAAAAAAdk/l4O1J80wqoU/s1600/DSCF1316.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S72D7zuvj7I/AAAAAAAAAdk/l4O1J80wqoU/s320/DSCF1316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457663386964692914" /></a>10:31 am: ...before my daily dose of Bible. Today: Exodus 3. "I AM who I AM..."</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S72D7eKnhwI/AAAAAAAAAdc/8zk0yEncW9o/s1600/DSCF1317.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S72D7eKnhwI/AAAAAAAAAdc/8zk0yEncW9o/s320/DSCF1317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457663381176026882" /></a></div><div>1:19 pm: A delicious cinnamon crunch bagel from Panera, lovingly brought to me by my friends Jennie and Chad. :)</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S72D6sbUKfI/AAAAAAAAAdU/PEwa_iuEOlo/s1600/DSCF1318.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S72D6sbUKfI/AAAAAAAAAdU/PEwa_iuEOlo/s320/DSCF1318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457663367824288242" /></a>3:15 pm: View of my rendering wall in studio. I probably look at this wall about 1,340,987 times a day as a reference for our hotel.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S72D6fwM9hI/AAAAAAAAAdM/EnnUWdr4Bnc/s1600/DSCF1319.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S72D6fwM9hI/AAAAAAAAAdM/EnnUWdr4Bnc/s320/DSCF1319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457663364422235666" /></a>5:53 pm: My lovely roommate Crystal has come to get me so we can watch our Pre-K kiddos at church.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S72Dmi--o2I/AAAAAAAAAdE/r1u1R6n75Es/s1600/DSCF1320.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S72Dmi--o2I/AAAAAAAAAdE/r1u1R6n75Es/s320/DSCF1320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457663021692134242" /></a>5:54 pm: She even brought me dinner! Taco bread that her mom sent with her last weekend from home...and it was scrumptious! </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S72DmFwcIDI/AAAAAAAAAc8/CzPPVp9vvqw/s1600/DSCF1321.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S72DmFwcIDI/AAAAAAAAAc8/CzPPVp9vvqw/s320/DSCF1321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457663013846523954" /></a>5:55 pm: And here she is, ladies and gentlemen, in the flesh. This is probably the best picture ever taken of the lovely Crystal Ann. Did I mention that she is my maid of honor? And I am hers in July? Actually that will make her my <i>matron </i>of honor...but she doesn't really like to hear that title too much...maybe that's why she is making that face right now...</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S72Dl3Fr46I/AAAAAAAAAc0/YYK7vpdU-8s/s1600/DSCF1324.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S72Dl3Fr46I/AAAAAAAAAc0/YYK7vpdU-8s/s320/DSCF1324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457663009909105570" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S72DlKhNsBI/AAAAAAAAAcs/AftguB9qB8w/s1600/DSCF1325.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S72DlKhNsBI/AAAAAAAAAcs/AftguB9qB8w/s320/DSCF1325.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457662997944971282" /></a>6:40 pm: Here's those darn cute kiddos I was talking about. They thought I should be able to fit into their 5-year-old-sized dress-up clothes...as you can see, it didn't quite work out...and though I have always wanted curly, red hair, this is not quite what I had in mind. Good thing Gavin was there to get it out of my face. Thanks buddy!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S72DkluA8LI/AAAAAAAAAck/iJEFrrruh2s/s1600/DSCF1326.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S72DkluA8LI/AAAAAAAAAck/iJEFrrruh2s/s320/DSCF1326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457662988066549938" /></a>8:33 pm: I looked down while I was at a red light and noticed that my car was at exactly 97,900 miles on it's odometer. Not quite a significant milestone, but I thought it was interesting anyway.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>That's it for today...I wish I had a photo of my bed in here...or just <i>a </i>bed in here...I'm afraid I will be rather bleary-eyed for photos tomorrow! </div></div>ShayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511414947460708873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4411818251341107145.post-29487545688498714002010-04-07T00:49:00.010-05:002010-04-07T02:30:53.986-05:00A Week in the Life: TuesdayI didn't take quite as many pictures today. #1. I accidentally left my camera battery charging at home when I left this morning, so I only had my cell phone to take pictures with most of the day. #2. I was pretty busy with an exam and meetings and things. #3. I just plumb forgot! nevertheless, here is what at least part of a ShayJay Tuesday looks like...<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7wfIgLizZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ogepcdwNcmw/s1600/DSCF1296.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7wfIgLizZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ogepcdwNcmw/s320/DSCF1296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457271079403965842" border="0" /></a>9:27 am: Oh what to wear, what to wear? It would probably be easier to decide with a cleaner closet...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7we2jdCbHI/AAAAAAAAAcE/-pdHPZ_rRZs/s1600/0406001000.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7we2jdCbHI/AAAAAAAAAcE/-pdHPZ_rRZs/s320/0406001000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457270771045002354" border="0" /></a>10:02 am: Bus ride to campus on a gloomy day...<br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7wemcUN6lI/AAAAAAAAAb8/rV9x_XeFhbg/s1600/downsized_0406001028.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7wemcUN6lI/AAAAAAAAAb8/rV9x_XeFhbg/s320/downsized_0406001028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457270494251051602" border="0" /></a>10:42 am: Studying and breakfast in the design atrium.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7wel0yYeII/AAAAAAAAAb0/kBO7JZkPp5w/s1600/downsized_0406001347.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7wel0yYeII/AAAAAAAAAb0/kBO7JZkPp5w/s320/downsized_0406001347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457270483640154242" border="0" /></a>1:39 pm: Walking to the MU after my art history exam (which I rocked...I think) for a meeting.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7welvyHfyI/AAAAAAAAAbs/JuaN1O2ua4Q/s1600/DSCF1299.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7welvyHfyI/AAAAAAAAAbs/JuaN1O2ua4Q/s320/DSCF1299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457270482296864546" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7welHSPazI/AAAAAAAAAbk/sCtSt95d6yE/s1600/DSCF1301.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7welHSPazI/AAAAAAAAAbk/sCtSt95d6yE/s320/DSCF1301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457270471425747762" border="0" /></a>6:53 pm: On my way to Connection Group (Bible Study) singin along to my radio. The singing part is important, since I can't be in my car without singing along to something, so I purposely moved my steering wheel down for the second photo. How safe/legal was it for me to take these photos? I made it alive, so that's all that matters. ;)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7wy2jWkBqI/AAAAAAAAAcc/X-akZaNMPVc/s1600/DSCF1305.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7wy2jWkBqI/AAAAAAAAAcc/X-akZaNMPVc/s320/DSCF1305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457292761250399906" border="0" /></a>2:01 am (obviously): Pulling out of the parking lot from the COD (college of design). On an interesting note, when I got back to my apartment, there were three guys grilling in the green space outside of my apartment complex. I was half tempted to inform them what time it was, but couldn't decide if they had either the best or the worst idea ever...<br /></div>ShayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511414947460708873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4411818251341107145.post-60753179558837545252010-04-06T00:51:00.014-05:002010-04-06T01:34:52.067-05:00A Week in the Life: Monday<div style="text-align: left;">Years down the road (or maybe mere months down the road...) I know I am going to look back and wonder, "What the heck did I spend my time doing for 5 years in college...?" As such, I am documenting one random week out of my college life in pictures, day by day.</div><div><div><br /></div><div>So...what did Monday, April 5, 2010 hold in store?</div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7rNmmiZD-I/AAAAAAAAAbE/dK58Kfzvj0U/s1600/DSCF1272.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7rNmmiZD-I/AAAAAAAAAbE/dK58Kfzvj0U/s320/DSCF1272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456899961576296418" /></a>12:41 am: Yep, AM. I started out my day (quite literally) in studio. Note the energy drink strategically located within arms reach on my desk. As we have a critique this coming Friday, I have a feeling that a lot of my photos this week will be from this exact same vantage point...<br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7rNmCxjeSI/AAAAAAAAAa8/FmnzA3NL9fQ/s1600/DSCF1274.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7rNmCxjeSI/AAAAAAAAAa8/FmnzA3NL9fQ/s320/DSCF1274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456899951976216866" /></a>9:29 am: Woke up a little later than usual. Getting ready at my sink...my side is the right half. I like to think that it looks slightly more organized than the left. ;)</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7rNl4XZbFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/OIJTYHk-ikQ/s1600/DSCF1275.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7rNl4XZbFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/OIJTYHk-ikQ/s320/DSCF1275.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456899949182151762" /></a>10:08 am: Arrive back at studio 8 hours after I had previously left it. Slightly surprisingly, since we have a critique this week, I am the first one there.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7rNlEjhHsI/AAAAAAAAAas/Hi2bMDBQ3AM/s1600/DSCF1276.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7rNlEjhHsI/AAAAAAAAAas/Hi2bMDBQ3AM/s320/DSCF1276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456899935274344130" /></a>10:29 am: Dive right into work. First up: study for the Art History exam that I have tomorrow (Tuesday).</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7rNY1YoNoI/AAAAAAAAAak/KzK_yy6SvLw/s1600/DSCF1278.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7rNY1YoNoI/AAAAAAAAAak/KzK_yy6SvLw/s320/DSCF1278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456899725043709570" /></a>11:49 am: Lunch time! I dug right into my turkey, lettuce, green pepper, onion, provolone cheese, and ancho chipotle sauce sandwich (purchased conveniently from the Design Cafe) before reluctantly getting back to work...</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7rNYXIcc6I/AAAAAAAAAac/lDCMblhTnnU/s1600/DSCF1279.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7rNYXIcc6I/AAAAAAAAAac/lDCMblhTnnU/s320/DSCF1279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456899716922766242" /></a>5:26 pm: I was so engrossed in studio (class time from 1:10-5:20 pm) that I forgot to take any pictures until the end. I spent a good portion of that time working on this rendered elevation of our hotel bungalows (it's about half finished here) before dashing home to grab my car and some quick dinner.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7rNXS_C1QI/AAAAAAAAAaM/WwkXW-9bAv4/s1600/DSCF1282.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7rNXS_C1QI/AAAAAAAAAaM/WwkXW-9bAv4/s320/DSCF1282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456899698629727490" /></a>5:51 pm: So, you may ask, what does such a busy design student eat? No surprises here. Only 3 minutes to cook, <i>and </i>you get your week's worth of sodium intake! How can you go wrong?!? :P</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7rRGa9KQQI/AAAAAAAAAbM/b9GHoVh_cck/s320/DSCF1281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456903806758043906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div>5:57: Before rushing off to study and go back to studio, I took a moment to, quite literally, stop and smell the <s>roses</s> tulips, ones that Tyson surprised me with this past week. Gotta love that boy!</div><div><br /></div><s><s><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; href=" com="" _j3ajkmkhww8="" s7rnipfvxji="" aaaaaaaaaz0="" bacf5se4hdw="" s1600=""><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7rNIPfvXjI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/bACF5sE4hDw/s320/DSCF1287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456899439995084338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div></s></s><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7rNXPSMWCI/AAAAAAAAAaE/wm5XfxeyKi0/s1600/DSCF1285.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7rNXPSMWCI/AAAAAAAAAaE/wm5XfxeyKi0/s320/DSCF1285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456899697636300834" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">8:17 pm: Rendering with those markers is messy business, especially if you dig in and blend it together with your fingers. Too bad that can lead to leaving fingerprints all over your pretty pictures...frequent trips to the bathroom are necessary to prevent that from happening. :-/</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7rNIPfvXjI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/bACF5sE4hDw/s1600/DSCF1287.JPG"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7rRG4vfaoI/AAAAAAAAAbU/2iv66zUEpk8/s320/DSCF1291.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456903814753774210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div>11:05 pm: Tyson calls, probably wondering why I haven't called him yet. I have been a busy bee, that's why! On a side note, this is how sexy my hair looks after sitting in the same spot for hours on end, continually running my hands through it and putting it in and out of ponytails while I am working and thinking...</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7rNHWvrbUI/AAAAAAAAAZk/YPdIMd9PW60/s1600/DSCF1294.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7rNHWvrbUI/AAAAAAAAAZk/YPdIMd9PW60/s320/DSCF1294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456899424761113922" /></a>12:20 am: I suppose this should technically be on Tuesday's post...but here I am leaving studio. Besides, it's not really the next day in my mind until you go to bed. This leaves me plenty confused when I pull all-nighters...<br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7rNG_hcmaI/AAAAAAAAAZc/wKmhE3Qkl5g/s1600/DSCF1295.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S7rNG_hcmaI/AAAAAAAAAZc/wKmhE3Qkl5g/s320/DSCF1295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456899418527406498" /></a>12:21 pm: My car! Slightly hidden and blurry, due to Chad's huge monster of a truck being in the way, and me walking and trying to take a picture at the same time. Anyway...it got me home sweet home, where I am finishing typing this up, and then ready to finally call it a day (er...night).<br /><br /></div>ShayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511414947460708873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4411818251341107145.post-75323920055602334162010-03-26T16:18:00.007-05:002010-03-26T16:37:16.589-05:00What's Left<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">One exam...</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Before</span> yet another<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">big</span>, important, lots-of-work</span>, in-progress studio critique...<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Which is the</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">same day</span> as the dress rehearsal for the dance recital that I have to organize...<br /><br />And the dance recital is the next day...<br /><br />Which is the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">same day</span> as a bachelorette party that I am in charge of...<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">After all these things,</span> my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">senior honors project</span> is due, which includes a 2-hour poster presentation (which equals a 2-hour <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">critique </span>in my mind)...<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Not too much later a</span> cost-estimate project is due, which has <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">yet to be started</span>...<br /><br />Two days later a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">5+ page paper</span> is due...<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And the</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">next day </span>is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">THE FINAL CRITIQUE</span> for studio...<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But then I just have one (or maybe two)</span> final(s)...<br /><br />Before I can <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">GRADUATE</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">!</span><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So the question is...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Just how </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">little </span>sleep (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and how much</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">caffeine</span>) can I survive on for the next <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">6 weeks</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">?<br /></span><br /></div>ShayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511414947460708873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4411818251341107145.post-48026346248340499442010-02-17T11:14:00.004-06:002010-02-17T11:37:21.506-06:00Mind Doodles-College of Design Edition<ol><li> Dear Architects of the COD: Notice how every other building on campus is built close to the road? Do you know why that is? Because when it is cold, raining, snowing, windy, etc. or any combination of the above (as it is 4 out of 5 days here on campus) nobody wants to walk an extra 1000 feet to their destination! Congratulations, because that walkway from the road always feels like the longest part of the journey from my apartment to my studio.</li><li>I am always slightly fearful when I walk over the unavoidable, uneven grate on the pathway to the COD that it will finally give way and plummet me down a story to the abyss below.</li><li>Planning when to go to the COD cafe for lunch always involves a master set of strategic skill. 10:00-10:30: Looks funny to be getting lunch at this time, plus soup is not served yet. However if you have pulled an all-nighter, this feels like lunch time, so may be your best option. 11:00? Best to be avoided, as that is when they start serving soup. 11:20-11:50: Usually safe. Noon-12:25: To be avoided at all costs. Never, ever, ever get lunch at this time. The exception: you need a good 20-30 minute break from studio without your professor getting upset that you are not in class. Caution: Too much later than 12:30 and there is the unfortunate possibility that they will be out of your chosen soup/bread/sandwich topping/pasta salad/sub sandwich for the day.</li><li>Dead Week/Finals Week brings the inevitable posters that proclaim the giving of free espresso shots, buildings open 24/7, and printing services open past midnight. Dude, it's like that every week here, and you don't see us getting all excited about it.</li></ol>ShayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511414947460708873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4411818251341107145.post-57537657832087440132010-02-11T14:55:00.004-06:002010-02-11T15:18:41.285-06:00Progression of a Day with Cancelled Class, Part I9:45 am: By pure unrelated luck, be notified that both classes for the day are cancelled. Huzzah!<div><br /></div><div>9:46 am: Visualize how much work can get done now that class has been cancelled. </div><div><br /></div><div>9:48 am: Create mental list of work that can, nay will, be done. Pretty much everything for the whole entire semester, ever. Imagine what will be done with free time for the rest of the semester.</div><div><br /></div><div>9:56 am: Begin to look up random things online. But the whole day is free, right? It can't hurt to read some articles for just a little bit...</div><div><br /></div><div>11:30 am: Realize that the mental list created earlier in the day hasn't been thought of since then. </div><div><br /></div><div>11:33 am: Grab some lunch, convinced that procrastination will cease after hunger subsides.</div><div><br /></div><div>12:33 pm: Sigh and begin work. Grudgingly.</div><div><br /></div><div>1:14 pm: Realize need for coffee is imminent. Decide to take advantage of not needing to be in studio for once. Gather belongings to grab some Caribou and work in library. Everyone is productive in the library!</div><div><br /></div><div>1:27 pm: Coffee in hand, remember why the library is so creepy. Proceed past masses of silent people also pretending to be studying, to the library cafe, where there is at least some semblance of noise.</div><div><br /></div><div>2:11 pm: Get fed up with silence, head home where the TV can be on for background noise.</div><div><br /></div><div>2:13 pm: Get to the bus stop at the exact time the bus is supposed to be there.</div><div><br /></div><div>2:16 pm: Figure the bus came early, start walking home.</div><div><br /></div><div>2:18 pm: Get passed on walk home by said bus. Two of them.</div><div><br /></div><div>2:32 pm: Home procrastination begins.</div><div><br /></div><div>3:06: Write blog post chronicling a day without class. </div><div><br /></div><div>To be continued...<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>ShayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511414947460708873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4411818251341107145.post-59072007716663835332010-01-31T21:21:00.004-06:002010-01-31T21:24:54.005-06:00this pic summarizes my trip to Miami perfectly<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S2ZI-WIp3JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/KcE493UcGWc/s1600-h/downsized_0127001116.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S2ZI-WIp3JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/KcE493UcGWc/s400/downsized_0127001116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433110236400049298" /><br /></a><div><div style="text-align: left;">More pics to come...once I can figure out how to get my computer to read my camera's new SD card...</div></div>ShayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511414947460708873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4411818251341107145.post-32547789385885824992010-01-25T16:11:00.005-06:002010-01-25T16:29:56.910-06:00How I Wish I Was Going Somewhere Warm...Oh Wait, I AM!!!<div style="text-align: left;">This is my view today...</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S14XqkeZ50I/AAAAAAAAAVg/ARK0KzCkBrE/s320/snow1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430804220768544578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S14Xq3FVvWI/AAAAAAAAAVo/VVth88mV39M/s1600-h/snow2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S14Xq3FVvWI/AAAAAAAAAVo/VVth88mV39M/s320/snow2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430804225763687778" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">And, once I get done with all of this...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S14XqkeZ50I/AAAAAAAAAVg/ARK0KzCkBrE/s1600-h/snow1.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S14XqYnjExI/AAAAAAAAAVY/radVF_TAfdg/s1600-h/clothes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S14XqYnjExI/AAAAAAAAAVY/radVF_TAfdg/s320/clothes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430804217585668882" /></a><br /><div>This will be my view tomorrow!</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S14bEC-cx5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/_3S6Hg_sfkc/s1600-h/south+beach+2.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S14bEC-cx5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/_3S6Hg_sfkc/s320/south+beach+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430807956987627410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S14bD_kHj_I/AAAAAAAAAV4/tNiTS6S9QCo/s1600-h/miami+deco.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S14bD_kHj_I/AAAAAAAAAV4/tNiTS6S9QCo/s320/miami+deco.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430807956071878642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px; " /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S14bDrmGEMI/AAAAAAAAAVw/B4NinZToOgA/s1600-h/setai-south-beach.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S14bDrmGEMI/AAAAAAAAAVw/B4NinZToOgA/s320/setai-south-beach.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430807950711460034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px; " /></a></div>ShayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511414947460708873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4411818251341107145.post-1660935982186618522010-01-12T10:40:00.003-06:002010-01-12T10:48:44.652-06:005 Years<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S0ynwmDzcyI/AAAAAAAAAVE/SKA_jlmraeY/s1600-h/college.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/S0ynwmDzcyI/AAAAAAAAAVE/SKA_jlmraeY/s320/college.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425896104366666530" /></a>ShayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511414947460708873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4411818251341107145.post-12147813883721833962009-12-23T18:01:00.004-06:002009-12-23T18:15:33.137-06:00"The Great Christmas Snowstorm of '09"...At least I think that's what they'll be referring to this one as. I was just on <a href="http://www.weather.com/weather/local/55127?lswe=55127&amp;from=searchbox_localwx">weather.com</a>, and reading that this guy could be comparable to the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halloween_Blizzard">Great Halloween Blizzard of 1991</a>: cue memories of dad pulling me around on a sled in my snowsuit so I could still go trick-or-treating. At least getting goodies at Christmastime does not require setting a foot outside! It's just too bad church and Pa and Dava's house are too far away to be pulled there on a sled. <div><br /></div><div>It has not started to snow here yet, but looking at the map, there are two storm systems-one from the north and one from the south-that look like they are getting ready to gobble us up. <br /><div><br /></div><div>Here's to being safe at home with a stockpile of coffee, a pile of presents under the tree (though even more still to wrap...), and yummy Christmas treats to keep our bellies full. Now if only our house had a fireplace...</div></div>ShayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511414947460708873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4411818251341107145.post-38561157637103533892009-12-16T20:22:00.008-06:002009-12-16T20:30:19.346-06:00ArtID 565 Project 3 Renderings<div>So these images actually did not scan very well, (they are kind of fuzzy and dark), but they are about as good as they are going to get with the COD scanners...and they don't look so bad at this size (just don't click on them). :)</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/SymWrHmEn9I/AAAAAAAAAU0/vlC02lntPVc/s1600-h/Storefront-+10+of+10.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/SymWrHmEn9I/AAAAAAAAAU0/vlC02lntPVc/s320/Storefront-+10+of+10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416025694407008210" /></a><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/SymWkK0cbuI/AAAAAAAAAUs/rjFqkzHvWSk/s1600-h/Shoe+Department.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/SymWkK0cbuI/AAAAAAAAAUs/rjFqkzHvWSk/s320/Shoe+Department.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416025575013510882" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/SymWjk3SOtI/AAAAAAAAAUk/IWbDJ_UYvEE/s1600-h/Purse+Department-+5+of+10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/SymWjk3SOtI/AAAAAAAAAUk/IWbDJ_UYvEE/s320/Purse+Department-+5+of+10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416025564824877778" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/SymWi0r-75I/AAAAAAAAAUU/NCjzDkTaRT0/s1600-h/Material+Board+Template.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/SymWi0r-75I/AAAAAAAAAUU/NCjzDkTaRT0/s320/Material+Board+Template.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416025551892574098" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/SymWiZXlnJI/AAAAAAAAAUM/8DBAOpbeSLg/s1600-h/Kids+Department.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/SymWiZXlnJI/AAAAAAAAAUM/8DBAOpbeSLg/s320/Kids+Department.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416025544559271058" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/SymWSv8chbI/AAAAAAAAAUE/A1FyHRwXUMc/s1600-h/Juniors+Formal-+8+of+10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/SymWSv8chbI/AAAAAAAAAUE/A1FyHRwXUMc/s320/Juniors+Formal-+8+of+10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416025275741537714" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/SymWSTFEGDI/AAAAAAAAAT8/3E5D6J92kTs/s1600-h/Housewares.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/SymWSTFEGDI/AAAAAAAAAT8/3E5D6J92kTs/s320/Housewares.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416025267993057330" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/SymWRsuv12I/AAAAAAAAATs/aS0WYoLmazs/s1600-h/Central+Seating+Area-+3+of+10+(2).jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/SymWRsuv12I/AAAAAAAAATs/aS0WYoLmazs/s320/Central+Seating+Area-+3+of+10+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416025257698908002" /></a></div>ShayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511414947460708873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4411818251341107145.post-83887678035033855212009-12-06T15:11:00.003-06:002009-12-06T15:16:54.327-06:00Design Student Pet PeeveThese are the questions (or variations of) that I have been getting asked all week (usually from a non-design student):<div><br /></div><div>"So, are you almost done with your project? How much longer until you are done?"</div><div><br /></div><div>I usually just stare at them blankly for a moment, quite unsure of how to answer. See, a design project is <i>never </i>truly done. There are always little tweaks and fixes (if not big tweaks and fixes) that can be made to alter the project. Something can always look different, match better, be represented differently, made of a different material, expanded upon more, etc. etc. etc. It is not possible to answer this question in a quantity of minutes, hours, or days. And "almost done"...what does that mean? Obviously right now I am closer to being "almost done" with my project then I was yesterday. Even tomorrow, once this project is "complete" and presented, it will still only be "almost done".</div><div><br /></div><div>So my answer to their question?</div><div><br /></div><div>"Um...it's due on Monday?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Hopefully that suffices. </div>ShayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511414947460708873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4411818251341107145.post-45649102803140250322009-11-30T20:37:00.006-06:002009-11-30T20:46:15.761-06:00Round 2<div style="text-align: left;">One more <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">big </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">thing...</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/SxSCzg7pR8I/AAAAAAAAATY/G5DaVjqMt8Q/s1600/center.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/SxSCfy8uIlI/AAAAAAAAATQ/AGJo9jANsZY/s1600/rug.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/SxSCKrLscxI/AAAAAAAAATI/Uy_WDj445Tk/s1600/level+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/SxSCKrLscxI/AAAAAAAAATI/Uy_WDj445Tk/s400/level+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410092172280886034" /></a><br /><div>Plus two more <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">littler </span>details...</div><div><br /></div><div>Some shopping displays with a sweet black rug...</div><div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/SxSCfy8uIlI/AAAAAAAAATQ/AGJo9jANsZY/s400/rug.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410092535142818386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><br /></div><div>And the central hub with a seating area, elevator, and escalators (sorry, no Santas this time). </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/SxSCzg7pR8I/AAAAAAAAATY/G5DaVjqMt8Q/s400/center.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410092873903851458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div></div>ShayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511414947460708873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4411818251341107145.post-79130003795479789222009-11-18T15:51:00.006-06:002009-11-18T16:10:47.173-06:0024 HoursWhat can be done in 24 hours? A lot of little things: household chores, shopping, watching TV, making and eating multiple meals, working out, sleeping. Even some big things: hosting a party, driving to another state, having a baby. <div><br /></div><div>Or...</div><div><br /></div><div>One <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">really big</span> thing.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/SwRt9x0ihsI/AAAAAAAAATA/Rk7PJRopOJo/s1600/downsized_1118091547.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/SwRt9x0ihsI/AAAAAAAAATA/Rk7PJRopOJo/s400/downsized_1118091547.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405566360864589506" /></a>Above: The second level of our floor plan for Dillard's, hypothetically located in North Grand Mall. Yes, that's right, I have been working on this rendering for the past 24 hours. I have printed, sketched, drawn, measured, markered, inked, colored penciled, re-markered, and re-inked every single line and every single stroke on that page. To put this to scale, this drawing is approximately 3 feet wide by 2 feet tall. (Very thankful that we downsized from originally having it be 5 feet wide by 3 feet tall...It would have been as wide as I am tall and I would <i>still </i>be working on it!)</div><div><br /></div><div>Note that I also said <i>second</i> floor, meaning that right now, after I finish this blog post, I am going to whip out the first floor and do this all over again. </div><div><br /></div><div>And what's a huge rendering like this without having a little fun? Below: a close-up of the lower left corner (near the customer service desk in our plan) of some Christmas trees and a Santa Claus (and yes this is a plan view, so it looks really awkward but Santa is sitting down and you are looking from above). What's a department store without a Santa Claus to visit and ask for all the goodies around you?</div><div><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/SwRt1r4c4tI/AAAAAAAAAS4/inGKY8CGLyA/s1600/1118091552.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/SwRt1r4c4tI/AAAAAAAAAS4/inGKY8CGLyA/s400/1118091552.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405566221831430866" /></a></div><div>Tis the season (or very nearly)!</div></div>ShayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511414947460708873noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4411818251341107145.post-82642056010533336762009-11-12T13:35:00.009-06:002009-11-14T11:54:02.953-06:00Addict<div style="text-align: left;">Caribou Coffee just got...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">better</span>.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I know, I didn't think it was possible, either. It's all I can do to not go there every single day (a poor college student has to cut </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">something</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> out of her budget :( ). Not only does </span><a href="http://www.cariboucoffee.com/page/1/home.jsp"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Caribou </span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">already have the best coffee ever, but they now infuse all of their chocolate drinks (i.e. a mocha) with your choice of </span><a href="http://www.cariboucoffee.com/page/1/get-ready-to-melt.jsp"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">real</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span>milk, dark, or white chocolate. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Do you realize what this means?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">I can get dark chocolate in nearly every single coffee drink now!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">As I sit here, I am sipping on the most delicious Campfire Mocha in the history of the world...excuse me, the most delicious </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">dark chocolate</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Campfire Mocha.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sorry, budget, but I think something else is going to have to take a cut. Caribou Coffee now just got that much </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">more </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">appealing and I will be taking my coffee and dark chocolate addicted self there that much more often. I don't really need groceries, right? Or gas?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Not only did I discover this wonderful news about chocolate, but the Christmas/Winter cups are out! </span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;ik=27b1c65545&amp;view=att&amp;th=124e9e138baca723&amp;attid=0.1&amp;disp=inline&amp;zw"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 512px;" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;ik=27b1c65545&amp;view=att&amp;th=124e9e138baca723&amp;attid=0.1&amp;disp=inline&amp;zw" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And the Christmas cups being out means...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Reindeer Blend, Ho Ho Mochas, and Fa La Lattes for everybody!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What a great day for coffee.</span></span></div>ShayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511414947460708873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4411818251341107145.post-83038533406015502402009-11-02T20:45:00.012-06:002009-11-02T22:26:55.679-06:00Just a 4-year Old in My Pink Tutu...I'm not quite sure how to explain it, but sometimes when I am teaching dance, I happen to glance up at the mirror and see a line of little girls, eyes upon me, copying my every move. It always gives me a moments pause, not seeming right that <i>I </i>am the instructor in the front of the room, instead of the 4-year old in a pink tutu trying to follow directions. It's kind of a scary thing...I mean, what are they <i>doing</i> trusting me with a room full of 4-year olds anyway (or 5-year olds, or 6-year olds, etc.)?!? Isn't someone still supposed to be instructing <i>me</i>? I think I am still 4-years old...for heavens sake, I just saw a commercial for the <a href="http://www.crayola.com/products/splash/crayon-maker/">Crayola crayon maker</a> on TV today and I am planning on asking for it for Christmas! When this happens though, it startles me, and I really have to think about what I am doing and saying. I guess sometimes I just go so much into autopilot mode that this is a good reality check. Though I do still marvel at the fact that I can have a room of up to 15 girls that do everything I tell them to do. And when they come in with big smiles on their faces, or get big, goofy grins when it is their turn to do across-the-floors, it is totally worth it. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>Love </i></span>it. <3<div><br /></div><div>Also, an observation: I am currently sitting in studio in my go-to working in studio outfit: red ISU sweatshirt and jeans. I have had this ISU sweatshirt since I made my first visit here as a junior in high school...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">which I just realized was SIX years ago. Aaaahhhh! </span> I have seriously worn this sweatshirt to late nights in studio since my freshman year here. I don't even think anymore, just grab it before heading out of my apartment. I have even been guilty of snatching it out of the dirty laundry...as long as it is not too far down in the pile. It's just so darn comfy and perfectly worn-in. </div>ShayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511414947460708873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4411818251341107145.post-29614692647132024482009-10-30T11:59:00.004-05:002009-10-30T12:05:33.853-05:00Halloween + College = So WeirdSo far today I have...<div><ul><li>Seen an <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Oompa-Loompa</span> (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">orange </span>face and all) eating lunch in the MU...</li></ul><ul><li>Walked past a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">penguin</span> waddling his (her?) way across central campus...</li></ul><ul><li>Been given <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">candy </span>by a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">ninja </span>outside the library...</li></ul><ul><li>Almost bumped into a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">hippie </span>in the lower level of the COD. </li></ul></div><div><br /></div><div>And it is barely even noon....not to mention still the day <i>before </i>Halloween!</div><div><br /></div><div>Can't wait to see what the rest of the weekend brings...hopefully it's more candy! :)</div>ShayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511414947460708873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4411818251341107145.post-55765307320334925722009-10-22T12:33:00.002-05:002009-10-22T12:40:22.276-05:00ArtID 469 Watercolor<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/SuCYI8BW6xI/AAAAAAAAASY/kD0hk5IQ62I/s1600-h/Final.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3aJkmkHwW8/SuCYI8BW6xI/AAAAAAAAASY/kD0hk5IQ62I/s400/Final.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395479632908053266" /></a>ShayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511414947460708873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4411818251341107145.post-89530607315059287312009-10-21T20:22:00.007-05:002009-10-21T20:40:03.466-05:00Weddings, Weddings Everywhere...I am about ready to puke from talking about wedding stuff. Between my own wedding, then my maid of honor getting engaged so I am now HER maid of honor, a girl I teach dance with getting married next May, and others in my interior design program being engaged too, it is pretty much inescapable. Not that I am unexcited for my own and other weddings-I definitely am!-but talking about any one subject nearly 24/7 could drive anyone to the loony bin...<div><br /></div><div>Also, while <a href="http://www.theknot.com/">theknot.com</a> is a wonderful tool and wedding website, there are some girls out there that really need to get a life. I enjoy it for some of the local resources it recommends, and I really, <i>really, </i>REALLY like the checklist that helps keep me on track, but beyond that....meh. There have been a few times that I have clicked on the different forums and questions, but it makes me want to gag each time, and wonder why on earth I clicked on them in the first place. The acronyms alone could cause an English teacher to commit suicide. It took me a few days to even realize that BM meant bridesmaid-at first I thought it meant best man! FI=fiance (duh...), MOH=maid of honor(ok, confession: I DO call my own MOH this one), and I still can't figure out what MUA means. Not to mention that the same girls seem to sit on the forums all day writing back and forth...seriously, don't you have a mom (does mother of the bride=MOTB?), BM, MOH, FI, or MUA (?) to help you out at all? Why ask the opinions of strangers all the time?</div><div><br /></div><div>Now for the good, non-complaining news: I have all of the major things done except for finding a DJ-the church, reception site (which includes catering), photographer, florist, and cupcake lady are all booked-hallelujah! </div>ShayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511414947460708873noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4411818251341107145.post-20681642978200321692009-10-11T23:18:00.006-05:002009-10-11T23:38:56.196-05:00On the Road AgainBoy, all of these "road trips" are really starting to wear on me. Since the start of this semester, I have only been in Ames for two full weekends. And since my boy was here one of those weekends, it hardly even counted (homework-wise, anyway). Lets see...<div><br /></div><div>Aug. 29/30: GONE. In Albert Lea, MN for a wedding reception.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sept. 4/5/7: GONE. In Madison visiting my boy.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sept. 12/13: Actually in Ames.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sept. 16/17/18/19/20: GONE. In Toronto on field trip.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sept. 26/27: GONE. In Madison to see the boy again.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oct. 3/4: In Ames. Boy is here.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oct. 10/11: GONE. Back home in Twin Cities for wedding planning.</div><div><br /></div><div>And coming up I will be in Ames this coming weekend, and then gone again to visit the boy in Madison (and then it's HIS turn to come see me here again in November!).</div><div><br /></div><div>This crazy road tripping all of the time actually started last semester, in the spring, with spring break. That was a 9 day long journey of non-stop travel to something like 6 cities in 4 states. Not to mention being gone in Sioux City all of the time last semester for my design build studio, plus being gone a couple of times for internship interviews. Then this summer it seemed like almost daily road trips what with my 90-minute commute every day. This whole year seems like it is going to be nothing but traveling, though, with the boy being in Madison, wedding planning to be doing back in Minnesota, and now Crystal getting engaged and married in May, which means more bridal showers and things to travel for and plan. (I am super super excited though! Bring it on :)) </div><div><br /></div><div>I have to admit, though, that I do like being "settled". I could never have one of those jobs that requires travel 4 or 5 days a week, that's for sure. Last week I was looking at the little case I carry my jewelry in when I am traveling. It's been sitting on my desk, full of the jewelry I wear most often, since the beginning of the school year. For a moment I just sat and stared at it, wondering why on earth I had not put it away yet. But then it dawned on me-I have needed it to be ready to go almost every weekend-it just doesn't make sense to put everything away only to pack it back up again! Likewise for my suitcase. Sure I COULD put it somewhere out of plain sight in my room...but when I need it every three or four days to pack again, it seems much more practical to leave it right where it is.</div><div><br /></div><div>I do have to mention, though...one (or two) of the things I least enjoy doing in life are packing and unpacking. And the biggest part I dislike about unpacking is the massive pile of laundry it leaves on my return. Yee-uck. :P</div><div><br /></div>ShayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511414947460708873noreply@blogger.com0